I've really missed the rain in EnglandThere's something oddly beautiful and calming about sitting in front of your bedroom window and watching cars drive though the roads that have been turned into rivers by the rain that won't stop pouring while you shed a few tears of your own that stain the pillow clutched so tightly to your chest as you gaze out of the window. The sky is a mixture of dark and light where grey clouds make a blanket in the sky as it turns to night and the sound of rushing water is a peaceful melody that helps to kiss away your tears while you hug your pillow and watch the world move along outside your window, from day to night as the neighbours lights turn on in their homes and car lights illuminate the water in the roads.I've really missed the rain in England3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I've really missed the rain in England.
For youFor you5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Beautiful feeling that will never be erased,
Beloved blessing I will never give away
you came to save me in my moments of disarray,
now everything has fallen into place
Your golden heart,
you make me race,
but your hate would tear me apart.
Thank you for guarding my heart.
In these walls I made to keep us apart,
I apologize for such an insensitive ways in my part.
I hope you can forgive my insensitive faults.
Can you see?
You bring me to life,
looking into the skies,
your fascinating gray eyes,
my portals of light.
I live to see you smile,
My heart just stops for a while,
When those eyes shed a tear in just one second.
I cannot say how much it kills me.
Because I would never finish.
I am yours.
You are mine.
The greatest gift in this life of mine.
I cannot speak just what my heart is feeling,
It is not only my heart,
It is my soul, who trembles,
Every time we are apart.
But we are living more than we think.
Every time we make it over an obstacle,
An Old Fairy TaleWhen I was youngAn Old Fairy Tale5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was a princess
With seaweed hair and ocean eyes
Ceramic skin and earthen lips
With which I kissed my frozen prince
I climbed ladders of woven air
To my craggy brown treetop tower
Where I ruled with infantile pleasure power
My bone fingers tangled with azure sky
I gripped it tight when my tower crumbled
Like priceless silk it slipped from my grasp
Caught by gravity I also tumbled
When I was young
I learned my lesson
Royalty dies too
anorexiaanorexia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate myself.
Why can't I be like the pretty girls?
I'm different,I'm a freak.
I have nightmares,
no it's not monsters and ghouls.
It's my own reflection,when I look at me.
I take razorblades, hurt myself to feel.
I wish I could stop these feelings eating inside of me,
but no matter how hard I try, they never seem to cease.
My body is my challenge,
Weight, my battle.
Limb by limb, I can't swim,
from this far out.
I'm weak when I don't eat.
I'm sick when I do eat.
Self esteem lesser than smiles.
I can see them staring through me,
Hollow eyes and bare skin on bones,
beautiful at size zero,
inviting with their sex appeal.
Magazines,movie stars and TV ads
tells me what I should be.
You think that I don't know I'm hurting myself?
I can't help it... I just want to be perfect.
A New PerspectiveHow many times in my life have I been blind to see other perspectives?A New Perspective4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could have very well have avoided problems if I saw it through someone else's eyes.
How many times have I cried uneeded tears?
I may have been able to see everything would be alright.
How many times have I never noticed one small detail that could change everything?
I should have started to notice how compared to something my problems are so small.
How many times have I wished I were someone else?
I didn't see what the other person had to go through.
How many times have I shut open doors?
I should have opened them istead of ignoring them.
How many times have I missed the truth?
I should have weeded out the fears and lies.
How many times have I turned away?
I could have turned someone's gray day to sunshine.
How many times have I sat doing nothing?
I was too scared to become colour in a world of black and white.
How many times have I left questions unanswered?
I may have just not wanted to here the answers.
27 Months27 Months5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
27 months together
Two years with three months by your side
You're my sweetheart, my other half
You make me smile from the heart ♥
In this February 10th
I wish I could give you a kiss
Sweet and soft your lips pressing mine
I can't wait to feel our hands intertwined
All the stars in the velvet sky
Shine for us tonight
And the full moon that spies our kisses
Gives us a night of full romance
I didn't know what love was until I met you
And I still feel butterflies inside
Every time I think of you
We are meant to be, my dear boy
We are meant to be, you and me, meant to be
One day the wind will bring you to me
And our feet won't feel the earth beneath them
Because our love will make us fly
I swear this feeling takes me high
I can't wait to be by your side
For us to touch
For us to kiss
For us to live together
That's what life means to me
Together for so long
And I still want you more and more
I feel the static, you feel it too
Now I know I want to marry you
27 months together
How to Give Feedback 2How to Give Feedback 211 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So the viewer (you perhaps?) stumble upon a deviation, the how is unique. What does one do?
1. NEVER leave only an emoticon as the comment. Artists HATE that! It doesn't tell the artist whether the art was good or not, whether the art can improve or not. And emoticon is as useful to an artist as nothing at all. Trust me, leaving only an emoticon will get you nothing in return.
2. DO NOT leave ridiculously repeated emoticons unless one knows this person closely. If it was a random deviant then refrain yourself! I mean, with only three times, I get the picture; I'm sure other artists are the same way. With my friends, I allow them to do it because I know it is their expression of happiness, but if a stranger did it, it would just annoy me.
DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT press the +fav button without a comment! In my case and several of my artist friends' cases, we would rather have a comment than a +fav! Feedback is like blood! Give blood, give life! Fuel the artis
It Does Not Have MeMy mind wanders way too much.It Does Not Have Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't control it sometimes.
I wish I could but it isn't easy.
My emotions are very unstable and I hide them easily.
I can seem happy, when inwardly I'm screaming.
I feel like a disaster waiting to happen.
I'm afraid to tell people a lot of things because adults will just tell me I'm crazy or take me away from the people who really help me.
There are times I want to do noting more than scream and cry until all the strength is out of me.
I am absolutely TERRIFIED of being alone. That's why I worry so much about everyone I love.
Panic attacks are not fun.
Don't joke about suicide. It's the least funniest thing on the planet.
Don't joke about rape either. EVER.
is forgiveness possible?Daddy,is forgiveness possible?6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
This display of anger,
The way you punch, kick,
Shout and scream,
Makes me cry and tremble,
So why must it happen?
Your eyes change,
The kindness candle,
It flickers and goes out,
And then you curse me as you make me bleed.
If clouds could resemble good,
My sky would be alone, lonely,
For when your fist breaks me,
It breaks more than bones.
"Things will get better."
"Daddy is gone now."
is he really?
Am I to forget,
The way he made me scream,
How his violence acted as a razor,
To gouge happiness from my soul?
My tears fell all too often,
Shaking from head to foot to despair,
Jumping at movements in the dark,
Daring not to shout out.
What is verbal abuse?What is verbal abuse?6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Verbal abuse is a form of abuse that involves the use of words, rather than blows and punches. In a verbally abusive situation, words are used to attack, control, and inflict harm on another person. Verbally abusive behaviour goes far beyond mean behaviour; it involves inflicting psychological violence on another person, attacking the very nature of an individual's being and attempting to destroy his or her spirit. Verbal abuse can affect people of all ages and in all types of relationships. However, it is especially prevalent in marital relationships. Verbal abuse falls into many categories, including:
* Abusive anger: They would blow up at you.
* Criticizing: They make derogatory comments about your weight and figure.
* Name-calling: They called you a liar and a hypocrite.
* Threatening: They taunt you about their leaving and liking other women/men.
HopeThe tears fall as I slowly try to breatheHope5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pain keeps welling up deep inside me
I know that I am at my end
When I have no lover or even a friend
But wait, I must check again
Under all the pain hope is there
From the memories that I share
And as I look around the bend
I notice now I always had a friend
Female sexual abusers"Society expects the mother of a toddler would do everything in her power to make sure her child is protected from harm,"Female sexual abusers6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
While female sexual abusers are rare in the court system, those who deal with child sexual abuse know that cases that do come through are far from unique. A national study released in 2005 shows that biological mothers were the perpetrators of sexual abuse in five per cent of the substantiated cases investigated by child welfare authorities.
The instance is probably higher, since researchers are certain that many cases of child sexual abuse never come to light. "A lot of people have difficulty believing women are capable of sexually abusing children,"
Even victims of such abuse, looking back at it as adults, have a hard time talking about it. When work and survays have been done within prisons it is found that many men had been abused by women but that they often had difficulty identifying it as abuse.
A U.S. report, entitled Child Sexual Abuse The Predators,
Hurting ChildThe silence is violence.Hurting Child5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can't you hear the ringing?
Under all the mess.
Do you see it bleeding?
And one more time I begin to cry.
Can't you hear what I am saying?
The grown woman throws a fit.
Just to be heard.
Just as she did as a little girl.
She never was understood.
She never was understood.
The words to conjure up.
It never was enough.
She fell to her knees.
Asking god...to please...not make it hurt so much.
That was the final touch.
and that was the final touch.
The uncontrollable anger.
The built up spiteful hate.
Never knowing how much she could take.
The grown woman throws a fit.
Just to be heard.
Just as she did as a little girl.
She never was understood.
She never was understood.
Hypervigilance and PTSDOne of the diagnostic criteria for PTSD is hypervigilance. Hypervigilance is watchfulness or checking one's surroundings that is over and above what is normal or reasonable. Hypervigilance takes many forms. It is what makes some of us always choose an aisle seat or one where our back is to a wall. It's what makes some of us carry defensive weapons such as guns, knives, mace or pepper spray, a police whistle or a mobile phone set to 999. It makes some of us cross the street to avoid suspicious people. Some of us have alarm systems, multiple locks, window locks, high fences, guard dogs, etc. Another form of hypervigilance is studying people very carefully in an attempt to look deeply into their soul to determine exactly what they are made of. Hypervigilance is included in the cluster of symptoms referred to as "increased arousal". This cluster also includes difficulty sleeping, irritability or outbursts of anger, difficulty concentrating, and exaggerated startle response.Hypervigilance and PTSD6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Asperger'sAsperger's, Autism, High-functioning Autism, or anything elseAsperger's4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't easy to deal with
Not a disease, you don't catch it
Just a condition people hardly understand
There is no basic definition, but includes
From my experience?
Regretting what I did
Withdrawn from the world
What a freak
Do something else for a change
She keeps to herself
Do you ever talk?
You should try to make friends
Why are you so clumsy?
You feel lonely
Desperate to make friends
Yet you're knocked down
Make one mistake
You're a freak
And you start to think
What's the point?
So You Want to CritiqueHere is a two-fold guide for deviants wishing to receive critique as well as deviants who want to give constructive critiques:So You Want to Critique7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A Note to Non-subscribers
You're allowed to give and receive critique, too! The system for subscribers that dA has put in place is flashy, sure, but it doesn't alter the content of a quality critique. Comments have worked just fine for many years. I see no reason why you should stop using the tried and trusted system just because something new has come along. Now, onto the article!
Make Sure the Feeling's Mutual
Some people don't give critiques. Some people don't want critiques. That's okay. Being a member of dA does not precondition you to the critique-crowd.
However, if you do want to be a critique-groupie, make sure the artist you're giving critique to actually wants it. If the critique option is not enabled, or there's no request for critique in the comments, chances are critique is unwanted. If there's something you really, really want
How To... Leave a ReviewHow To Leave a Review or a CommentHow To... Leave a Review8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I have to say before we start that Im a fan of ANY review that I get. I love the OMG THS ROX! as much as the other person and I need those every now and then to get my juices going. It never fails to bring a smile to my face and a glitter into my eye. And I leave those reviews too when Im low on time or energy. Im not trying to tell you not to leave those kind of reviews or comments. Theyre important too!
However what I REALLY love is when people leave me a review I can sink my teeth into. In talking to other people, I know a lot of them feel the same way. Constructive criticism is so vital to anyone who is trying to get better at what they do. One of my dreams is to publish a book some day, and I know I have to get better. OMG THS ROX! makes me smile, but its not entirely he
MomentsThese moments with you are too fragile,Moments5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too beautiful to remember with words.
And still I try to lay you down with soft ink falling
red and blue onto white pages,
to find meaning in the spaces and have you held
under my hand in the slow tilt of a pen,
the way you linger on my lips, my mind, my tongue.
I chase ghosts when you're not around
following your echo into sleep,
wrapping your body to mine in waves of
sweet deep memory
and whispering love into the sheets.
Feel my loveWhy does it still hurt?Feel my love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm always smiling, always happy.
Even now I'm getting smiles from another.
Gentle, learning kisses.
But just listening to a familiar song,
A sad song,
It reminds me of you.
And it hurts.
I really loved you.
And You said it to.
But then you said you lied.
How can you lie about something like that?
That's the most painful thing about it all.
I'd stop eating.
I'd wait outside in the rain.
I'd call and text you even if you didn't reply.
I done it.
I'd do it again.
Just so you know that I'm still here, that my feelings were real.
If you came to me now,
And said something was wrong,
I'd let you in,
I'd let you tell me what was wrong.
I would hold you close.
And as you held back,
You probably wouldn't notice me burying my nose in your neck,
Smelling in that scent that used to make me feel safe.
I loved it and when it went away, I forgot it.
But I can still remember the feeling it gave me to smell it.
It was like a drug.
Like a cat b
The TruthThe TruthThe Truth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The truth was I
Never got over you,
I was never actually over you,
You thrust me into the cold
Snow the cold life
You said that I was the
Only one but was that ever true?
I stare at myself everyday
And wonder why you hate me
I started to believe the things
Every hurtful thing you said
Said in anger, said in spite,
Words so painful
That even death was more appealing
The truth was
I never stopped believing
In you, in love
I never stopped thinking of you.
I Don't Want ToI Don't Want To5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't want to be your little girl
Because I guess being your little girl is just not what I thought it would be
Acquantance rapeAcquantance rape6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Did you know that marital Rape was only made a criminal act in the UK in 1991? Up until then it was considered impossible for a man to rape or sexually assault his wife. To quote:
"A husband cannot rape his wife unless the parties are seperated or the court has by injunction forbidden him to interfere with his wife or he has given an undertaking in court no to interfere with her." (The Law Made Simple, The Chaucer Press, 1981)
Stranger rape is usually a one-off, someone you don't know, with whom you don't share any experiences or history. When the assault happens, there can be no doubt as to what is happening: that it is Rape (though even in such situations the victim will often wonder what she has done to precipitate the assault and will blame herself).
In marital rape (and other forms of acquaintance rape) the circumstances are very different. It is quite apart from a physical and sexual violation a betrayal of trust. Here is a person whom you thought you knew intimatel
ADHDThere was something wrong, but of course, something is always wrong. Never can a day go by when something's "normal." But what is normal? Sure as hell ain't this. What's worse is when you think everything is "normal," but then you realize it not. But that is beside the point in this. A point? Yes, was there ever one? I believe so. Though I can't quite remember... So it must not of been important. Would of remembered it if it was.ADHD6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So yes, there is something wrong with everything. Can't ever be "normal" as the world sees it. Just can't be. One moment I'm here, then next I'm gone into my own little world. Don't take it as unkind, this is just who I am. Also with the days I just can't sit still--I just need to move. So I twitch in anticipation for nothing. Is it so wrong that I'm like this? For I really am; not like the fakers and posers playing this off as some game. This is real, a real pain in the ass.
Can't ever be "normal." Why? Because how can you be "normal" when you have to take a